THE THERAPIST

I actually didn’t want to go to a therapist but I knew I needed to, the way I’ve been handling situations are quite unsatisfactory. Maybe if I go to the therapist she will make me understand why I always end up alone.(Emma sits opposite her therapist) Image by freepik Dr. Willy: Hello Emma, are you ready for our session today(she smiles) Emma: Yeah, that’s why I’m here(I open up my bag and pop a candy into my mouth) Dr. Willy: Why did you come in today. Emma: I want to talk, I honestly have no one to tell how I really feel, how I want to be treated, or my personal opinions, if I say something they don’t like I become a trending topic on social media. I honestly don’t know who to trust (frustration looms on my face whilst I try explaining my predicament), and it’s a bit alarming that I don’t know who to trust. Dr. Willy: Do you think you’re the problem(she asks whilst scribbling on her notebook) Emma: I don’t think so(I sighed). I honestly don’t know, I can’t say I’m a saint, but I’m not a snitch either. Dr. Willy: Why do you think you have no one to trust. Have you tried telling someone something and did they really betray you. Emma: Once…(I looked at her, her eyes urged me on) once I told my friend about something that happened to me. Dr. Willy: What exactly did you tell her. Emma: I can’t say I’m sorry Dr. Willy: Emma you can tell me I won’t judge. Emma: You know what this was a bad idea( I said whilst picking up my bag) I stormed out of her office, it dawned on me I would never be able to trust her too, then why did I waste my time coming all the way here to just run away again.I’ve decided the only closure I need is to write about my experiences, yes that’ll help. Then maybe one day I could finally take it as nothing.